The speed of the motorcade this time is no faster than before, and it has become cautious. On the off-road vehicle, the heavy machine gunners hold the trigger with both hands. As long as they have orders, they can fire the bullets at the first time.
In addition to the heavy machine gunners, in addition to the driver, other people are paying attention to the wind and grass around them, and the movement in the sky is the focus in their eyes.
This road has entered the warning area of mutant animals, where scattered zombies gather again. They hear the roar of cars in the motorcade and gather here one after another. The motorcade doesn't shoot. They don't care about these cannon fodder zombies. From time to time, zombies are hit by flying belts and rolled under the wheels.
The truck behind began to bump violently, and the people sitting inside were also bumped. The militiamen watched a zombie that had been pressed into flour cakes and twisted into hemp being thrown behind the truck. They had no pleasure in their hearts, only a strong desire to vomit.
"Take a look. It's not bad for you. Maybe you'll be dancing with those things later."
The militiamen began to look unnatural when they heard their leader's bad words. Suddenly, a round object flew in from outside the carriage and hit a militiamen in his arms. The man was all groaning and was lying on the floor with the object in his arms.
"Ah!"
After a scream, all the militiamen were screaming. The thing flying in was the head of a zombie. The black head sent out a strong odor. He was held in his arms by the militiamen who did not know the situation. When he saw his companions retreating to both sides, he felt something was wrong.
"Throw that thing out and save it for the night?"
Hearing the words of the militia leader, the man saw that he was holding the head of the zombie in his hand. The zombie was not dead yet, and a big mouth with sharp teeth was still open and closed. He did not throw it out at the first time, but looked at the head of the zombie stupidly, his eyes turned white and fainted.
A shadow rushed up and kicked between the man's hands. The head of the zombie was kicked out like a football. The flying head crashed into the rear mirror of the car, causing a burst of abuse from the driver behind.
It was the captain of the militia who kicked his head. He stood at the entrance of the rear carriage and scolded the driver behind him. At this time, the silly militia knew that the Zombie's head came from the front wheel of the taxi······
The team leader and the driver were cursing fiercely. Suddenly there was a loud gunshot in front of them. All the vehicles in the whole team stepped on the brakes at the same time, As soon as I heard about the car body, the team members jumped out of the car with the opposite driver.
"What are you doing in a hurry
The militia rookies who were left in the car just jumped out of the car and chased after their captain. In a moment, there was only one unfortunate guy who was stunned by the head of the zombie in the car.
The militiamen did not know what the situation was. They did not dare to look around. Their eyes were only the captain's buttocks twisted wildly because of his fast running. Behind them, the sound of heavy machine gun fire never stopped, and they did not know what happened.
No matter what happened, the militiamen didn't care. In their minds, they couldn't do anything that could not be done with machine guns. They couldn't do anything with knives and shields.
"Creak... Quack... Quack..."
Behind them came a strange loud noise, and then the ground trembled. Behind them was the motorcade, their means of transportation. At the same time, they turned to look behind them.
The sight made them lose their chin. They swore that they had never seen such a big bird in their life, including in science fiction movies.
A giant blackbird came to the stop of the motorcade. Its wings were like clouds, blocking out the sun. A bird claw made of fine steel had staggered scales, and there was a faint luster between the curved hooks. No one doubted the sharpness of the bird claw. The huge bird claw was caught in the front of a large truck. The windshield of the front of the truck was split in two parts, and the iron sheet of the roof was pulled apart, exposing the old man's stubble, The bird holds the front of the car and glides forward. The car body stands upright, and the tail of the car drags on the ground, making a long gully on the road. During the sliding, countless fireworks scatter around in the friction sound of the car body and the ground.
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